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rainontherooftops · 3 months

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Keeper of the House - Chapter 1

AN: We all saw Pedro Pascals outfit at the SAG awards ( he won!! ) and a lot of people were reminded of Mr. Darcy. So... I did a thing. Enjoy!

Summary: Miguel F. Darcy, cousin of Fitzwilliam Darcy, has arrived from Spain to celebrate his cousins wedding to Miss Elisabeth Bennet. While they are on their honeymoon, he is charged with looking after the Estate and his cousin Georgiana. But she is not the only woman who is on his mind....

Fandom: Pride and Prejudice AU - Pedro Pascal as (OC) Miguel Fitzwilliam Darcy Genre: Romance, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Historical Drama, Family Drama,

Pairing: Miguel x OC! Millicent Tealeaf Triggers : Mentions of class differences and issues of the age, Mentions of slavery and racism, broken family dynamics, mentions of male domination over women

Rating : T

Keeper of the House Chapter 1

Miguel Darcy did not cross oceans to his ancestors’ land very often. But for his cousin Fitzwilliam and his wedding to Miss Elisabeth Bennet? He’d boarded a ship as soon as possible.

It was hard to distinguish the male members of the Darcy family by name, since almost all of them carried the name Fitzwilliam in some way or another.

Fitzwilliam Darcy, the man who he had just sent off on his honeymoon, was the heir to Pemberley. His other cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam Darcy, had been at the wedding but had taken off to see to his military duties soon after.

And so, it was up to him, Miguel Fitzwilliam Darcy, to run Pemberley and look after his cousin Georgiana until the newlyweds would return.

“It is so nice of you to stay a while, Cousin Miguel”, the blonde young woman across from him in the carriage said. “My brother would never have left on his honeymoon were it not for you. He deserves happiness.”

It had been ten years since he had last been to England, spending his time in the country of Spain where his mother was from and where one of his uncle’s brothers had fallen in love with her - him being the result of this union.

He could scarcely believe that the young girl who had been six years old on his last visit was sitting across him now, a young beautiful woman of sixteen.

He smiled.

“It will give us time to get to know each other better, dear cousin. And your brother promised me that you would entertain me with your piano playing.”

She smiled shyly, leaning back against the cushions and wrapping herself in her blanket. Miguel silently cursed the cold winter air – he was not used to these temperatures.

He would spend about three months at Pemberley, not only to look after Georgiana and the family affairs, but also to spend some time with his cousins and his new cousin-in-law, who he had thought a perfect match for him.

“Tell me again Georgiana who I am to expect at Pemberley. It’s been so long since I’ve visited.”

Having stayed at an inn close to the wedding venue, he hadn’t had time to move into the estate yet.

“Our housekeeper and the staff are mostly the same. We do have a new cook, Mrs. Glenn. She makes the most excellent pheasant pie. Our cousin Fitzwilliam will stay from time to time when he has time off from his duties with the military. Oh, and Milly will arrive in a few days!”

“Milly?”, Miguel enquired.

“Miss Millicent Tealeaf. She is to be my tutor. I have known her since I was a little girl, but now my brother has finally engaged her to be my teacher rather than my playmate. She is to move in in a few days and teach me about literature, biology, languages… all kinds of things.”

Miguel frowned. Now he had to look after a young woman as well? But as she was to be a staff member, he couldn’t argue.

“Uaaaah!”

Miguel looked up from his place at the window in the parlor to see what the commotion was about. He was bored out of his mind. The last three days had snowed them in, the thick white blanket covering the whole estate.

A small carriage, only one horse and one driver, had fought its way into the courtyard. The yell had come from a young woman who now lay in the snow, face up and dishevelled, ungraceful and her skirts indecently exposed.

The coachman had his work cut out for him with the horse that didn’t want to stand still because of the coat.

‘Anything to fight off the boredom’, Miguel thought, threw on a coat and went outside.

The woman had made no progress in getting up, so he stomped towards her, holding out a hand – and stopped.

A pair of piercing blue eyes and met his, framed by rosy pink and plump cheeks. Her hair had escaped her bun and strands of dark brown curls were escaping their confinement. She was beautiful.

“Are you alright, Miss?”, he asked, trying to get his bearings, not looking at her disturbed skirts and slowly helping her sit up in the snow.

“Yes, thank you. Just a bit of clumsiness on my part. I’m just glad the master of the house didn’t see me like this.”

Miguel smirked and helped her to her feet.

“That would be hard, considering he should be on his way to the South of France for his honeymoon by now.”

The woman laughed and clapped the snow off of her dress and overcoat.

“Oh, I am aware. But he left one of his cousins in charge. I would be absolutely mortified if a member of the Darcy family would see me in this state.”

Before Miguel could say anything, an excited yelp came from the entrance. Georgiana had spotted her friend and tutor.

“Milly! You’ve made it!”

“Hello Georgiana! Best stay back, my dear. The snow is treacherous.”

Georgiana wrapped herself in her shawl to watch the coachman unload her friend’s luggage.

“I see you’ve already met my cousin.”, she said.

Milly blinked at her in confusion and then the mortification set in.

Miguel Fitzwilliam Darcy had just witnessed her ungraceful arrival – and Millicent was ready to let the snow swallow her in embarrassment.

AN: We are all fantasising about Pedro as Mr. Darcy now.... I have deserved a cookie.

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kiwisbell · 3 months

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Hi!! It's Helen!anon :)

So i am once again gonna have to come back and give you a more in-depth commentary but, having just stayed up way too late to read ch.2, there are a few things I have to say

First of all, this chapter absolutely tore my heart out. Having just watched Pedro's acceptance speech for his SAG award (so well deserved after all his years of brilliant and hard work!!!) I could hear his voice breaking so clearly in my head which just contributed to the heartbreak of the dialogue during their fight. Second, I absolutely love the way you allowed the wife's anger to take center stage here. I have obviously never met a gun-for-hire but I have had my heart completely smashed by someone I loved and trusted lying to me, and the part about resenting them for lying but also resenting yourself for being blind??? Yuuuup that is EXACTLY right. The night I found out I was a sobbing mess and seeing the wife's reaction in this was both heartbreaking and validating. I just love her. Third, Tommy and Joel's interaction in this was phenomenal!!! Lastly, a little guess I have: the version of Willem Dafoe's character in this fic is gonna be Tess. She is certainly badass enough.

I cannot wait to come back, reread and give you all my thoughts. And as much as I identify with the wife's anger at being lied to (and in real life, when I was lied to, I chose to end the relationship) if I am completely honest? I am really rooting for Joel and his wife to figure this out. If they can't I will completely understand, but I still want that happy ending with a puppy that I wished for them in my comments for ch.1

Thank you for creating this and putting it out into the universe for us, really. I anticipate the new chapters with so much excitement and I read each part with joy even when it's sad

helen!anon i've missed you dearly!!! thank you so much for reading chapter two my friend!!

first of all, sag award winner pedro pascal hasn't left my brain either and i'm so glad you brought him up. i am kneeling at the feet of sag award winner pedro pascal and kissing his boots. sag award winner pedro pascal i love you

the biggest challenge i gave myself in this chapter (okay, there were a million challenges, but this was the biggest) was the fact that i ... simply never write angst. @cavillscurls can attest to the fact that i moaned and groaned for hours about how scared i was to write and publish this. i think it was the only option that his wife's anger took centre-stage, and i consider it a huge honour that you were able to relate to her in this moment. i am glad that i was able to do that kind of fury justice.

ALSO: it just felt right to me that tommy occupied the aurelio role: he's collected and rational but has no problem being a badass and taking his brother down a peg when the occasion calls for it. as for your prediction.. i keep my trap shut!! 🤭

i love how easily you're able to sympathise with reader and i admire you for being so open to them mending their relationship. you're such a careful reader and you're so generous and receptive to what i write, it's truly an honour to read your asks my friend!! you're incredible ❤️

#fic: helen #helen!anon returns #kiwisbell answers

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themandadlorianbod · 3 years

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This is probably super annoying but would it be possible to have a table / rubric of the initials linked to Pedro? I feel like a noob but I’m so very nosy 🙈

EM is Erin Moriarty, former costar and friend who people thought he might be dating around the time I started this blog because they went to the SAG Awards together.

BW is Brendan Wayne aka Danny La Cava aka ‘The Mandalorian’ aka Not A Stunt Double

LC is Lateef Crowder (dos Santos) or as one anon iconically referred to him, LCDosS, Mando stunt double and choreographer.

GC is Gina Carano 🤢

GR is usually Grace Randolph, also 🤢 although I personally don’t think aaalllll her info about Pedro was BS.

RH is Russell Harvard

LH or just L is usually Lena Headey

LR is Lily Rabe

JRN is Jamie Ray Newman, one of his LA friends he saw during the pandemic which is really the only reason she has come up.

JBH is Jason Butler Harner, another friend he saw during the pandemic.

SP is Sarah Paulson

MB is Maria Bakalova I guess

PL is Paco Leon although we usually just use his first name. TUWOMT costar who P actually recommended for the project even though they’d just met once. they seemed close during filming, but literally the day everyone posted the goodbye/wrap messages in early December, P went from liking at least one in every few Instagram photos to zero interaction.

KV is Katrin Vankova, she also has a small role in TUWOMT and only really comes up because an anon on another blog suggested P was dating an actress from the movie and she’s the only young and possibly single one we know of.

SH is Sharon Horgan, another TUWOMT actor P seemed to get close to.

BA is an actor (who came out publicly in 2020) that circumstantial evidence suggests P dated, at least on/off, around 2017-18. if you talk to people who were really into either of them at the time, they saw it unfold and have the #receipts. however, they still managed to remain unassociated officially /if you Google there names together nothing comes up. contrary to popular belief I *do* have a conscience and so, since they’ve both moved on and unfollowed each other, I don’t full-name him. if you dig back through my blog enough, I did accidentally give a clue that narrowed it down to the point he was the only option.

BA might also refer to brunette anon, an anon on my blog who claimed to have a friend in common with P, to have seen him get cozy with one brunette woman at a party a few years ago, and to have been dating a very famous brunette woman shortly before the pandemic.

VFW is the aforementioned (and imo non-existent) Very Famous Woman

I’ll try to update this as I remember other things or other people come up. I’ll probably pin it once we get proof of the Fleetwood Mac T’s fate.

#ask me anything 💜

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siempre-pedro · 4 years

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Silver & Gold

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: It’s all fun and games until someone pins the other against a table and starts something they can’t finish at the SAG Awards

Warnings: Light Smut, endless sexual tension

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Let’s add this to my repertoire of award show-themed smuts. I’m still really rusty forgive me.

The afternoon of the SAG Awards was a blur, not because of the stylists or hair and makeup people buzzing around your room but the game Pedro decided to start when you woke up. Your phone blew up with congratulations and good luck messages and one photo of your boyfriend in his favorite Hugo Boss underwear…and nothing else.

So ensued the back and forth sending of scantily clad photos and cheeky messages. “Mi Amor, you are the death of me,” he tells you over the phone before your people arrived to get you ready. You bite your finger and grin, closing your legs. His voice was low and husky and god did that send you over the edge.

“When does the game end Pedro?” you ask twirling the ribbon of your silk bathrobe.

There’s a brief pause followed by a low chuckle on his end “Oh don’t know, whoever caves first?” he teases.

You laugh and lean against the cold cream-colored wall “In front of all those people? Pedro, I didn’t take you for that kind of guy,” you mock.

“I’ll stop when you stop.” You didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. After you two hung up you documented and posted everything, and when no one was watching you let your robe slip off your shoulder and your chest just enough to get the idea, quickly snapping a photo to send to him before anyone could notice.

On the other end, Pedro hid his phone as he opened the photos from you, his pants becoming a little bit tighter with each one. Since for him getting ready for him was easy he opted to write out his thoughts ‘Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N? Do they see you doing that? If only they could see what I’m going to do to you later, their blushes will be redder than your ass.’

On the carpet, you did your best to keep it pg. Your dress was enough to let his imagination wander, it was a strappy long gold sequin dress with a plunging neckline and back. You didn’t tell him about it for a reason. You walked the confidence, your head held high and smiling towards the bright cameras, inching your way to Pedro who was almost nearly done.

When the actor heard the fans yell your name his head whips over and see your figure. His brown eyes blown with lust as he looked at you up and down. Your skin was glowing, and your gown was absolutely stunning. You glance over at him and wink before turning your attention to the cameras. He took it upon himself to come to you, concealing the lovesick puppy look. You turn to him like you were just friends, embracing him like you haven’t been sending nudes to each other all morning.

“Silver,” you comment with a smile as he pulls away.

“Gold,” he says shakily, his eyes trailing down to your almost bare chest, the thin spaghetti straps lying delicately on your collar bones. Your breathing made your chest rise and fall, the ungodly amount of gold highlighter you begged your makeup artist to apply sparkling in the sun. His eyes stared for a moment too long before you coughed and reminded him where you were “Do you think they noticed?” he asked between gritted teeth.

“Let’s hope not, babe. We should go, it’s going to start soon.”

It felt good to have the upper hand, he was a mess as he sat behind you in the building. You sat there amused next to your costar, chatting about the a-listers at the tables. Pedro sat there and listened to your every word, mind wandering back to the photos still saved on his phone. As he watched you, the strap of your dress slowly started to fall down your shoulder. He could only imagine ripping the whole thing off of you starting with that damned strap. Pinning you against the wall with his hand around your throat, leg in between your thighs and lips on your bare flesh. The man's legs spread a little wider, his erection rubbing against the fabric of his dress pants uncomfortably. He suddenly lunges forward and pulls up your strap, earning the attention of you and your costar. She didn’t notice the desperate look on his face but you did.

You turn around a little farther and watch him sit back in his seat, you put your hands on the back of the chair and rest your chin on your knuckles “Aww,” you pout, your eyes as wide like a doe’s “pobrecito,” you whine at him. Poor thing. Pedro took a deep breath and bit his lip, his eyebrows lowered in annoyance. He lowkey had a kink for you speaking Spanish to him.

You didn’t have that upper hand for long when Pedro got up on that stage to present, he pulled a trick out of his sleeve. It wasn’t much or too obvious, it was a wink. A wink in your direction in front of the acting elite and millions of viewers. Following that wink, he rubbed his upper thigh slowly with his fingers spread. Sure, it looked like he was smoothing out his pants, but it meant so much more. Your favorite thing to do was ride his thigh, it was the best way for him to pay attention to your and your sexual needs. You would gently ride him while he read a script, thinking nothing of it until he would throw said script to the side and grip your hips.

Fuck this guy. Fuck him. Fuck him for making you soaking wet in your seat, your clit dying to be touched by his fingers. You rose from your seat, knowing it was your turn to present after the commercial break. You rushed past the stagehands and lifted your skirt, dodging all the obstacles in your way. A woman on a mission you were. He noticed the clacking of your heels, his hands stuffed in his pockets as you made your way to him.

Pedro pulls out one of his hands and as you approached he puts in on your lower back, his hip bone purposely touching yours, making you stop walking “Oh pobrecita,” he growls in your ear, mocking your words from earlier. His fingers were trailing down your spine, sending a cold shiver throughout your body.

“Want to call it quits?” you ask him.

“But we’re having too much fun,” he chuckles, removing your hand from your back. Before you could protest you were whisked away on stage to present the next award. Keeping your thinning composure you came back to find your boyfriend leaning on the wall next to a supply closet. “You were excellent.”

You smirked and cocked your head to the side “Empty?” you ask, manicured finger pointed towards the door. His eyes look side to side before nodding slowly, you grin and made sure the coast was clear before being pulled inside.

Pedro grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up on a nearly empty wood desk, pushing the extension cords to the ground so he could put his hands on either side of you. Once the door was locked you grabbed his lapel and pulled him in for a heated kiss. His strong hand wrapped in your Y/H/C hair and the other sliding up your leg. You instinctively pushed the silver jacket off him and let it fall to the floor, before you could mess with the buttons of his shirt Pedro forced your strap down and connected his lips with the soft skin of your breast. “Pedro,” you moan softly, moving your chest forward.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls as his finger slips into your panties and onto your throbbing clit. You gasp and thrust your hips into his touch, gripping his shirt tightly.

“You started it,” you breathe, your head thrown back in pleasure. His fingers make swift circles, his knee forcing your legs to stay open.

“Where’s my good girl? Keep your legs open,” he commands, his lips sucking on your neck, nipping gently at the soft skin. You move your head and look down at him, fuck this was a sight to see. Pedro’s dark hair disheveled and his hand working its magic in between your legs. Your legs were nearly shaking, you take your hand and pull his hair, dethatching his teeth from your skin. His brown eyes looking up at you with such need, his soft lips turned up into a smirk.

“We don’t have long, please Pedro, I need more,” you beg him. He rolls his eyes playfully and slowly starts to sink to his knees, pulling your dress up higher with his free hand. As he starts to come closer to your core you hear PA’s and producers calling for you from outside the door. Pedro quickly moves and stands on his feet.

You jump down and start to readjust your dress in a panic “I look ok?” you whisper. He nods and hides behind the door so that no one would see him. You nod and pull open the door, your hands come up to your lear like you had lost your earring. “Sorry, I lost my earring. Tiffany would have a fit,” you laugh nervously.

The producer sighed in relief and pushed you towards the stage where you saw your costars and creator “We won?” you ask your friend. The woman looks at you and starts to laugh.

“Yeah and you got lucky,” she tells you and winks. You blush madly and look behind you into the wing. Pedro stands at the side clapping for you, his hair still disheveled and his shirt a wrinkled mess. Game over.

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